
And I never expected anything more from you
Than what you really are
From pursuing the beauty inside
You didn’t have to hide
I was not blinded by pubescent stride
“Wash your make-up away”
I was free when I welcomed you
Just the way you are
To be what you are not
I never expected you
To give me what
You could not
In all your weaknesses and faults I stood near
There was not a moment I doubted you
Tantrums and empty rhymes
But I never doubted you
I stood with you for who you really are
You were afraid that I would change you
You were afraid that I would fix you
But I stood with you
And I never will
Twenty years is nothing
But a drop in a bucket
All the sufferings and trials
Are long forgotten
And I look for years to come
That you make me one
But for who you really are

I admit I do not show my love well enough to those who need to know it. My wife and good friends and kids, my dad and mom and brothers. I love them beyond all of their shortcomings. So much that they sometimes don’t even get it. There are so many mixed signals and misunderstandings.
When it comes down to it really it is not what we want to get out of people or what we get out of a relationship that lasts. It is who we are that stands the test of time and who we are together. I have reached my limits several times and each time found there is still room to grow.
This is the closest I got to an actual love poem although I have talked about love and written about love. I still blush when I write a love poem and to publish it I feel like I just got caught passing a note to a friend at school and found it intercepted by a nosey teacher. This is my 48th poem in the Steemitschool poetry competition @d-pend.(Steemitschool Discord)
Verse of the Day/ John 15:13
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”
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"There is a love bigger than ego."
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